“I don’t sign legal documents on a weekend,” I said.

“You’re being unnecessarily stubborn about a simple family trust,” Samantha said.

She stood behind her father with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“It’s a matter of protocol,” I said.

Douglas laughed loudly, the sound echoing sharply off the brick front of the clubhouse.

“Protocol is for strangers, George,” Douglas said.

“We’re bound by blood now.”

He stepped closer, crowding my personal space on the pavement.